You've put seas between us, and are behaving to me as an enemy.

I know you 'll bring home a foreign Princess to break the heart of your faithful.

But I'll always praise you for a dear boy, Pat, and wish you happy, and beg the good gentleman your brother to give me a diploma as nurse to your first-born.

There now!' She finished smiling brightly, and Grace was a trifle astonished, for her friend's humour was not as a rule dramatic.
'You really have caught a twang of it from your friend Captain Con; only you don't rattle the eighteenth letter of the alphabet in the middle of words.' 'I've tried, and can't persuade my tongue to do it "first off," as boys say, and my invalid has no brogue whatever to keep me in practice,' Jane replied.

'One wonders what he thinks of as he lies there by the window.
He doesn't confide it to his hospital nurse.' 'Yes, he would treat her courteously, just in that military style,' said Grace, realising the hospital attendance.
'It 's the style I like best:--no perpetual personal thankings and allusions to the trouble he gives!' Jane exclaimed.